Chapter seven hundred and fifty first popular sentiment
Xiaowangzhuang was already in a mess, filled with a gloomy atmosphere, and every citizen had a frown on their face.
Now not only every grain of their food has been looted, but even the chickens, ducks, pigs and cows they raised have not been spared.
What is even more infuriating is that the puppet soldiers who were rummaging through boxes and cabinets pretending to be looking for food almost ransacked Xiaowangzhuang.
Many valuable items passed down from generation to generation were also robbed. In these turbulent years, they were not as good as bandits, and the puppet soldiers who surrendered to the Japanese clearly demonstrated this.
The villagers were enveloped in a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere. Looking at the bare walls of their homes, they felt really uncomfortable.
"These two little dogs who were struck by lightning, curse them to choke to death when eating, or fall to death when walking!"
The men were beaten with bruises and swollen faces and were unable to protect their family's property. Facing the black muzzle of the gun, even if they were powerful, they could only lower their heads.
"How will we live in the future..." The women also cried together while hugging each other.
The property they had worked so hard to accumulate and the food they had grown were gone in just one go. Many women couldn't bear this blow and cried like human beings.
But the men are also helpless about this. Now they really have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
"Let's go fight those Japs! Get the food back!"
Some people were upset by the women's cries, so they grabbed their hoes and walked out of the village, ready to fight the little devil.
"Let's go! Let's fight! The Japanese won't let us live, and we won't make it easy for them either!"
Many men grabbed wooden sticks, hoes, and kitchen knives, and gathered angrily, preparing to do something.
Although the women cried and howled, they also knew that the men could not defeat the Japanese soldiers with guns in their hands, so they all cried and stopped them.
"Our family has become like this. If you are gone, what should we do if we are left with orphans and widowed mothers..."
The men had just plucked up their courage, but when they saw their children biting their fingers and not understanding what was going on, they lost their temper.
Just when all the villagers in Xiaowangzhuang were at a loss, the brothers from the investigation team also entered Xiaowangzhuang.
Seeing that the entire Zhuangzi was in a mess, with broken things everywhere and frustrated villagers, the guerrillas responsible for the investigation clenched their fists and were filled with righteous indignation.
"These little devils are really doing evil. I really want to kill them all!" the brothers said angrily.
"Yes, one day we will kill them all! These beasts!"
Seeing these guerrillas coming in with guns, the people of Xiaowangzhuang looked at them numbly, leaning or sitting, too lazy to move.
"Brother, are there any Japs in the village?"
Seeing him and others looking at him coldly, a brother who was investigating walked up to the villager whose head was wrapped in a blood-stained rag to inquire.
"They're gone, they're all gone," the villager said in frustration.
When they heard that there were no more Japs in the village, the brothers in charge of the investigation breathed a sigh of relief, but they still sent two brothers to investigate around.
"You should leave too. The Japanese have taken away all the food. We have no food left for you..."
Seeing these guerrillas putting away their guns, the villagers thought they were also here to collect food.
After all, in this occupied area behind enemy lines, there are not only Japanese and puppet troops, but also troops of the national army.
If the troops want to fight, they need to eat. The source of this food is the villages in the occupied areas, but the food collected by these guerrillas is only 20 to 30%.
It is much better than the Japanese taking 70% to 80% or all of it, but all parties are asking for food, and the people's lives are miserable.
"You have misunderstood. We are not here to collect food this time. We are the third guerrilla detachment commanded by Commander Yang."
Seeing that the people in the village had misunderstood, the brother put the gun on his shoulder again and explained.
"But the guerrillas who raided the Liu family?" When they heard it was Chief Yang, the villagers also reacted and asked.
"Yes, Chief Yang took us to raid the Liu family's house and even gave you food."
Seeing the villagers' tone softening, the brother also added happily.
"It's Chief Yang's team that's back, the team that distributed food to us!" the villager shouted excitedly.
"My dear, hurry up and bring some water to this boss, they are also thirsty."
"Hey, it's coming, it's coming."
When they heard that Yang Ling's guerrillas had returned, the villagers gathered around them one after another, which flattered the few officers and soldiers who advanced to the village.
"It's a pity that you arrived late. You can only drink water. The food was taken away. We don't have food to cook for you..."
The villagers handed the water to the brothers and said apologetically.
"We defeated the Japanese army's food collection team and snatched the food back," the brother said happily.
The villagers were skeptical about what the brothers said: "Boss, there are dozens of gun-wielding Ergouzi and Japs..."
After all, the guerrillas have not appeared in Qinghe Town these days. They thought they were destroyed by the Japanese. Now the guerrillas suddenly came out and said that they had destroyed the Japanese food collection team, so the villagers couldn't believe it for a while.
"Look, they are coming." This brother didn't bother to explain, and pointed to the road outside Zhuangzi.
The villagers turned to look and saw a long line of grain trucks coming towards Zhuangzi, and the robbed cattle were also pulled back.
They wiped their eyes and after confirming that it was true, some couldn't help crying with joy.
"Our food has been brought back!"
"We don't have to go hungry anymore. Chief Yang is really the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who saves the suffering..."
The villagers rushed forward while wiping away tears. They were so excited as they watched the carts of food being delivered back.
Seeing these excited and crying villagers, brothers Yang Ling and others did not feel that they had done something meaningful.
"Thank you, Chief Yang. The old man is kneeling down for you."
There were also elderly people who saw Yang Ling snatching food back for them. In order to express their gratitude, they even knelt down as he said so.
"Old man, old man, get up quickly. We are late and you are suffering..." Yang Ling hurriedly stepped forward and helped the old man up.
The surrounding villagers also expressed their gratitude to Yang Ling and the others. Although these brothers had been fighting guerrillas here for a long time, they had never received such treatment, and they felt an inexplicable sense of pride in their hearts.
"The Japs will definitely come back. After everyone gets the food, find a place to take shelter for a while. After we beat the Japs away, you can come back."
Yang Ling and the others deliberately let the traitor Liu Liang go, just to bring out the little Japs in Qinghe Town to fight.
If the Japanese suffered a loss here, they would definitely attack them aggressively, so in order to avoid accidental injury, Yang Ling persuaded the villagers to move and hide first.
"Let's listen to Chief Yang and go out and hide. Don't let Chief Yang and the others hold back their efforts to fight the Japanese!"
These villagers were also people who understood the righteousness well. They quickly took action, brought a change of clothes, and the food they brought back, and began to move to the nearby woods to hide.
"What a nice fellow countryman."
Seeing these people leaving their homes to escape, Yang Ling felt sincerely, which strengthened his determination to fight against the Japanese.